greener on the other side.

He thought the grass was greener on the other side,
little did he know it was just his pride.

Blinded by his pride and dellusions,
he chose to chase an illusion.

An illusion that would never be,
an illusion far from reality.

He thought the grass was greener on the other side,
but it was just a fantasy based on a lie.

A lie he had told himself out of fear,
because his mind was unclear.

His mind was unclear about love,
was love like a hand in a glove?

Or was love like milk to a cookie?
He was confused, a simple rookie.

A rookie that did not understand,
why he was just a boy and not a man.

He was not a man because he was helpless,
he was a boy because he was selfish.

He did not care what or who he destroyed,
the most important thing was his enjoys.

A confused and dellusional boy,
he thought the world was his toy.

Life has no mercy and does not spare,
soon this boy found himself in dispair.

Was love even possible or was it truly rare?
He met someone who taught him how to care.

Caring made him vulnerable and had his mind stirred,
it was promiscuity and no feelings he prefered.

He thought the grass was greener on the other side,
so he chose to give in to his pride.

Pride and ego – the perfect cocktail,
the perfect blend if you wish to fail.

He chose the other side, because he thought it was greener,
little did he know it would turn into a misdemeanor.





Living for the weekend isn’t living.

When I was younger I used to escape reality all the time…

Reading, TV shows or movies, music and daydreaming. All of it on the daily…

I used to dream before going to sleep, just to experience certain things I felt were so far from reality… Not human reality, just my current reality.

Escaping. I guess that was my thing, I loved to escape and imagine myself being someone else, living some other life… I guess that was what kept me going, the hope that better times would come? I’m not sure… But it was my drug.

Now? Today… It’s like life is just… Meaningless. Everything is as unreal as it is real.

We’re like ants on this planet except we cause destruction, pain and suffering. Our existence is causing everything on earth to die… Yet we’re too selfish to see that…

We wake up everyday to go to work. Make money so we can ‘survive’ and keep the cycle going. We live for the weekends… How wrong is that? The weekend is 2 days out of the 7 days of the week. Which basically means we only enjoy about 30% of our week… So only about 30% of our entire life is truly enjoyed? If we live to see 100 years that would be 70 wasted years… Honestly, that’s not a life worth living in my eyes… Every day should be enjoyed, and the start of the week should ┬ábe what we look forward to – a new week, clean slate. Not the weekend, because then we’re living wrong. Then we live for things to end and not for things to start… And that doesn’t really seem right, does it?

Right now, I won’t lie… Every day is a struggle, I try to remind myself how lucky I am and grateful… But when you’re in the middle of a storm that just seems to get worse, its not easy. And in reality it’s my own fault that the storm isn’t calming down but only getting worse… Yet I feel like I don’t have the power to stop it… Or perhaps even the will… All because I don’t see the point? I don’t start and not finish – this is why I’m going through the storm – no other reason. I don’t know anymore about anything and quite frankly I wish the level of writing I’m at right now would be the same for my paper – but it’s not. I’m tired. I’m sick and tired of putting myself through this pressure… I’m stressing, I know, but honestly I am not enjoying this… But I just have to, like a duty, I just have to get it over with… It’s not out of love or passion, it’s out of principle and obligations. It’s not from the heart it’s from the head.

Sometimes I truly wish I could just daydream and make it reality – how wonderful would that be?

I leave prints in people.

Anyone that truly gets to know me, can never really forget me.
Time after time I have had people come back and tell me what an impression I’ve had on them.
However this is something I sort of just realized… Now.

I guess I have a special energy or something.
I know it sounds crazy… But sometimes it feels as if I was chosen, chosen for something…
Other times I feel like I’m crazy, that I talk too much and that I’m too opinionated.

I don’t have all the answers in the world, but I have many. I do not believe that I know everything there is to know, I truly believe that I like anyone else will die and still have much I didn’t have time to learn – and that will be true to anyone as life is temporary and learning is infinite.

However I do believe I am more enlightened than many, especially within my own agegroup…

Although I have a hard time understanding the meaning of life, I accept that I am here and there may perhaps never be a meaning to life apart from the meaning I give to my own.

I’m not sure what my role in this world is, but I am sure that I am one of the few that will participate in making it a better place.